B. U. S. T. E. D

Pet Peeves…we all have them! The worst part about having pet peeves is that they never go away. In fact, I find that my list gets longer and longer with each passing day. Most of them I try to ignore, but there are some that are just so overly annoying that they are virtually impossible to ignore.

You know…things like drivers that don’t use turn signals, people who tease animals through a fence, couples who sit on the same side of the booth when there is no one on the other side, people who prolong meetings by asking the most inane questions, people who chat online while I am on the phone with them, celebrities who claim to be environmentalists and then take nothing but 1st class transportation when they travel, greeting cards that include sparkles, sequins or confetti, the naming of celebrity couples (Bennifer, Branjelina, TomKate), skinny jeans on men, people who salt their food before tasting it first, people who dress their pets, people who are always late, websites with horizontal scrolling, unanswered texts and emails, parents who keep their kids on leashes and let their dogs run free, air guitar, dull pencils…and on and on and on.

But nothing, and I mean nothing annoys me more than this…



Well, ok…maybe a half full laundry basket of dirty, stinky “little boy” laundry isn’t as annoying as this…



OK, a pair of dirty jeans on the floor is definitately annoying, but nothing beats this…



I kid you not, that pair of dirty jeans is 2 ½ feet away from the laundry basket. I have just one word for my level of annoyance…

….UGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!

Seriously, sometimes I feel like I am raising cavemen.

I often wonder what it would take to walk 2 ½ more feet closer to the laundry basket to make sure the dirty clothes get to the proper place. I also wonder what comes to their mind when they miss putting the laundry in the laundry basket. Seriously how hard can it be to make sure it gets to the proper place? It’s not like the laundry basket for the jeans is in the other room…oh no, it all goes to the same basket.

This “pet peeve” of mine is bugging me so much so that I just took a break from writing this post to talk to Hamilton and Gibson about how much this annoys me. I asked if they had an excuse for not getting the laundry in the basket and they both replied with a shoulder shrug and an “I don’t know.” And because I am in such a mood tonight I actually made them take their baskets downstairs and sort their laundry into appropriate piles.

They currently think I am the meanest mom in the world.

However, I suddenly feel like I may be over reacting a bit.

No, no, it’s not guilt, nope that’s not it at all.

It may have a little something to do with this



Yep folks…as you have probably already guessed, this is a picture that Hamilton just took of my closet as a subtle reminder to me of where they get their stellar ability to get the laundry into the laundry basket.

I guess it takes a cavewoman to raise cavemen…